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royce da 5'9'' - spit game (gta mix) lyrics

[pretty ugly]
yeah, uh-huh
pretty ugly, royce da 5’9
1, 1-2
we spit game n-gga…
we spit game n-gga…i’m here now..

[pretty ugly]
now take a look at me, how it fell [feel] to see me balling?
(p.u.!!) yeah, y’all heard what the callin’
pretty ugly, that philly cat wit the chipped tooth
that wear low shirts, guess jeans, and tim boots
i only drink 1-51 rum p-ssion
no cris, i’m a thug, i don’t like flashin’
i can get a bad b-tch wit something a lil’ cheaper
and my whole body smelling like reefer
‘dro or babbage? i don’t care, i got a bad habit
try to fight it? i ain’t even took a jab at it
why quit? i love to talk sh-t
i love them d-ck l1cks, when i’m taking a big hit
i spit game all night, my mind ain’t been right
y’all dudes ain’t that tight, i put it in black and white
i’m sick of rappers tryin’ ta sign me, stop makin’ offers
i ain’t here to see y’all, i come to talk to your bosses

[hook]
ma-mi, don’t you hear my name?
i’m tryin’ ta get you to try me, so you can play my game
boom boom… la la la la la laaa la la la la la la
boom boom… la la la la la laaa la la la la la la
boom boom… la la la la la laaa la la la la la la
boom boom… la la la, laaaa la la la la

[royce da 5’9″]
i said, he wanted a piece of me, i won’t break, n-gga
here is a piece of my heat that i won’t take
he’s been, sold a dreamer
had the privilege, ta hold the nina
you’ve been exposed ta peanuts
grown n-ggas speak wit their hands, they know how to bring it
down to fold they fingers, slingin’ as ol’ as english
my gold feet, smokin’ it rolled, that’s how it be
when a ho scope, smokin’ the coal, she eye me
she probably sip on a nutta, it’s probably
why these chickadees love us, we still slip on the rubbers
why is it that b-tches would be sensitive lovers
(we keep you b-tches fly) we keep a b-tch on the cover
n-ggas heard it’s our label so snap out
n-ggas try to cover the card table, they cr-p out
in j-pan like i’m the man you lucky to know
cause i be f-ckin’ these hoes like, yo touchi yo toes

[hook]

[pretty ugly]
i spit game, it’s real sh-t no riddles
girls at the bar, meet me in the middle
back that -ss up, shake it jus a little
come on, show me something, make yo t-tties jiggle
you gotta love the way i spit it cause my game is tight
its pretty ugly, i’m the same boy yo friend like
ain’t nuffin changed, i’m the sh-t baby, it’s my time
spit game, the boy papes, royce da 5’9

[royce da 5’9″]
what in yo mind’ll make you think my cl1ck would be trickin’?
boom, i’m the bomb, b-tch, coz my d-ck’ll be tickin’
we can split 50-50 st-tches, paying for b-tches
my lips strictly for sippin’, they ain’t for l1ckin’
game – came for b-tch now you swallow the doe
glow – ’til i holla, ’til it ‘aha’ fall on the flo
i’m takin’ this action, but you oughta know
that i’m sorry ms. jackson, but yo daughter’s a ho

[hook]

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